Chapter 31: Courage (Indie’s POV)
I sat on the two-seater in the ladies’ bathroom, which was luckily empty. I leaned my head back against the wall and groaned.
Why is he here? Well, to be fair, the only reason I organized this date was because I was hoping he would show up and interrupt the way he did. But not with another girl. And neither did I expect that girl to start hitting on Callum.
Right before Wabara and Jessica got here, I told Callum everything. It felt wrong to be here on a date with him with an ulterior motive. So I told him that Wabara and I had a thing going for a while. I didn’t mention the enemies with benefits situation though. I just said we had a thing going on and I really like him, and I sort of fell for him but he doesn’t do relationships.
Callum then proceeded to ask me very bluntly if I was using him to make Wabara jealous. And I had to be honest so I said yes. And surprisingly, he said it’s all right, and while he thinks I’m attractive, he sort of knew there was something going on between me and Wabara.
I had my arms folded across my chest while I stared at the wall ahead of me. The door opened and I looked over, thinking a lady had come to use the restroom, but then I saw Wabara. I looked away and continued to stare ahead of me while he walked in and shut the door, locking it behind him. “This is the ladies’ room, you know. You’re meant to be down the hall,” I said without sparing him a glance.
“I’m here to talk to you.”
“Why do you want to talk now?”
He walked over and sat beside me, our arms touching, our legs touching.
I folded one leg over the other so it wouldn’t touch him anymore.
“You look really pretty,” he said.
I could feel his eyes on the side of my face and it took a lot of self-control to not turn and look at him. Or kiss him. I think every time I look at him, that’s all I want to do. Kiss the fucking daylights out of him. “Why are you here?” I asked, glancing at him from the corner of my eye and then going back to staring at the blank spot on the wall.
“Didn’t you want me to be?”
“Are you talking about the bathroom or the restaurant?”
“Both.” Well, he’s not wrong.
I did want him to crash my date and I did want him to follow me here. But now that he’s here, it sounds messed up. I’m still begging in one way or another. I’m still letting him walk all over me. He can have me when he wants, it’s true, but he shouldn’t know that. I shouldn’t act like it. “I came here for a date. And I’m in the bathroom to use the bathroom. Why would I want you here?”
“Then go. Use the bathroom. I’ll wait, we can talk after that.”
I turned to look at him, determined to not let my expressions give anything away. I don’t want to crumble in front of him again. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Then what do you want to do with me?”
“Kill you. Slap you. Hurt you.”
He nodded slowly. “Fair enough. Go ahead.”
I scoffed, shaking my head softly.
“Why?” He grabbed my hand, bringing it up to his cheek. “Go ahead, do it.”
“Should I?”
He nodded.
So I did it. I wind my hand up and then I slapped him.
He let out a huff, touching his cheek.
“There. I did it. Now go.”
“I wouldn’t have said that—”